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Aura sighed. “Fine, I took it, but I wasn’t going tokillyou—that’s a task I’ll leave to one of your countless enemies. It was protection for the party … if you—”
Rush cut her off with a bitter laugh. “When we fuck, kitten, it’s going to be because you’re begging for it, not because I’m forcing myself on you. Have your measly weapon.” He placed the knife back into her palm and sauntered away from her.
“What do you meanwhen? There won’t be anywhen—it’snever,” she yelled at his back, but he only arched a brow over his shoulder before he disappeared around the corner.Bastard.
Aura ascended the steps, then slipped into her bedroom. She placed the knife in the back of her wardrobe and spent the rest of the day out in the gardens, sitting alone near the roses. The red ones reminded her of the dream—the girl’s basket filled with them. She frowned and thought about the girl … what if she wasn’t even real, but someone Aura was conjuring up?
Every so often she glanced back at Rush’s balcony, wondering if he’d watched her at all, yet it remained empty.
One of the servants brought her out a sandwich and a glass of water, to which she downed them both. If Liana were here she would’ve been appalled by how dry the bread had been. And that made her think about the rest of her family, how she missed them. Aura wondered if the little ones were sneaking desserts, if Hana was riling up her mother. Was her father searching for her? She bit the inside of her cheek to hold back tears.
Defeated and tired, she decided to go back to her room. Perhaps she might visit the ballroom later and see if someone would play the piano for her.
As she opened the door to her room, her gaze caught on a penned letter resting on the bed beside two glistening objects. A pair of amethyst stud earrings, their backing long silver chains with alternative amethysts and diamonds. On the sheet of paper, elegant cursive script read:These will go with your dress for theorgy.
Her blood boiled in her veins at the taunting last word that she’d used the day before. And although the earrings were beautiful, she wanted to hurl them at Rush’s face. Tightening her grip around them, she bounded down the hall toward the king’s bed chambers.
Aura marched past Tanix and barged inside the king’s room to toss them somewhere whether he was there or not. But as her gaze fell to the bed, she halted in place. Rush lay on black silken sheets, his muscular body bare, as he stroked his hard cock. The second one she’d ever seen, its girth and length even larger than Pax’s…
The earrings fell from her hand, clacking to the floor. Heat crept up her neck, then spilled into her cheeks. “What are you doing?” she hissed.
Rush’s gaze latched onto hers, but he didn’t stop pleasuring himself. A lazy smile spread across his face. “What amIdoing? That’s rather obvious, kitten, but I should be the one asking that question.” His head fell back against the headboard, eyes glazed with lust, and he released a small, pleasured groan. “Make sure to shut the door behind you when you run off.”
That was what the King of Sin expected her to do. Did he think she feared watching a man stroke his length, regardless if she’d only touched Pax’s? In truth, she might have if anger wasn’t muddling all rational thought. She wasn’t going to prove him right though, so she inched toward his bed and pressed her fists to his silken sheets. “I think I’ll stay and watch, Your Majesty.”
Rush’s lips parted for only a moment before curling into a wicked grin. Her heart pounded at how the expression made his face more handsome, alluring. A handsome face with a bastard heart.
He pumped his cock, circling the tip with his thumb before his pace grew faster. A groan escaped him as his hooded eyes held hers, and she felt that sound down to her bones. “You want to know what I’m imagining?” he asked, his voice gruff.
Aura bit the inside of her cheek to hold back the temptation to answer him.
“You peeling off that dress, crawling up my body ever so slowly until you’re sitting on my face. I’d fuck that sweet cunt of yours with my tongue until you begged for my cock instead,” the King of Sin rasped.
She took a deep swallow as warmth dipped low in her belly. Although she wouldn’t admit it aloud, she imagined it too, his wicked tongue on her slit, swirling over her clit. Aura’s eyes narrowed at her own deceitful thoughts and she crawled up the bed beside him to let him know precisely how she felt. He drew in a breath, all the while continuing his meticulous rhythm. She leaned in toward him, inhaling his smoky scent as she whispered in his ear, “I wouldn’t touch your filthy cock if you told me I could be the queen of every court in Grimm.”
He grabbed her wrist with his free hand, squeezing gently. His nose skimmed her cheek as he turned his head toward her. “You’re not running though, are you?”
They stared at one another, battling a rich tension she couldn’t explain. He stroked faster, the mattress vibrating when his body jerked and his seed spilled over his hand. As she stared at the glistening liquid trailing down his flesh, a foolish part of her wanted to lick it up, to find out how he tasted.
Aura shook the horrified thought away, locking her gaze with his when she pushed up from the bed. “Don’t bring me jewelry again, or next time I’ll throw it off the balcony,” she said, managing to keep her voice cool. But as she left his room, the apex of her thighs throbbed, needing to be touched, satisfied,desperately.
Slamming the door to her bedroom behind her, she hiked up her dress and shoved her hand inside her undergarments to feel her pooled arousal. As she circled her clit, she hated him for making her do this too.
Over the days leading up to the party, Aura had avoided the King of Sin as much as possible, but his slitted eyes always drifted to hers. As if he’d known that she’d touched herself to bliss in her bedroom after he’d spilled himself. But even if she’d been thinking of him while doing it, that didn’t mean she liked the bastard. She still had every intention of uncovering what he was doing with her.
Each day the slight drain to her body had come, only for a moment, the brief tug. However, there were no more dreams with the nameless girl. Perhaps she would attempt to escape the gardens again to see if that would return the girl to her dreams.
Aura peeled off her robe after being pampered by servants with a bath of lavender and herbs. Her hair was nearly dry, hanging in loose waves down her back for the servant to return and style soon. She decided to forgo bringing the knife with her—if Rush wanted to take her against her will, he could’ve on numerous occasions by now. Besides, he would easily see the knife through the garment she was meant to wear.
Wrinkling her nose, she studied the sheer dress and held her breath as she put it on. The hem brushed her ankles while the sleeves came to her wrists. The back dipped to where her buttocks was and the front neckline sat low. It wasn’t disgust she felt, but awe—the fabric was lush against her skin. The way it showed off the curves that were normally hidden beneath her simple dresses. It barely covered her breasts, mound, and backside with the sewn-in silver sheen. This would’ve been perfect to wear on her wedding night, and she shoved that thought away. Even though she loved it, she didn’t know if she could wear the garment in front of Rush and an entire party of people.
Closing her eyes for a moment, she called upon her courage. She could do it for her family. And for another reason, a darker one. If Pax somehow heard of heraffectiontoward the King of Sin after receiving her letter, it would be satisfying. She would pretend her damned hardest to show that she wanted the king.
Chapter Ten
Rush
Sultry music floated through the halls of the palace, the violin dragging out each note. The party Astor organized had begun an hour ago, but Rush was always deliberately late. All the build-up to the real entertainment,conversingwith people, wasn’t the point of these gatherings. If they wanted to ask how each other’s lives were going, they could talk on their own time. The King of Sin wanted the dancing, thefucking.
